Ah, Lapis Lazuli. One of the more curious exotics, and one who's certainly held Diya's interest. She smiles benignly at Lapis, unfazed the tension, as though with some conviction that Lapis will not, in fact, bolt.

"A physical examination," she explains. "Not unlike the examination we conducted when you first arrived. An evaluation of your health." Her eyebrows raise slightly, her head tilting just a hair. "You existed in some nonorganic form before, correct?"